i love you, and it means nothing.
so why bother, what's the point, if there ever was one in the first place.
nothing is of this mess, glancing at the scenario proves this disease.
look, but don't touch, because it might take you whole.
if you've found my priorities, please let me know, i've lost them along the way.
an utter lick of hopelessness
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